Chapter 18 I was born naked, I took off my cloud clothes and made them into monk's robes This ghost is beyond help. It’s better to just use a palm to save his soul. He is obviously lustful, but he still finds such a high-sounding excuse for himself. Pinggong Qianye finally gave up the idea of slapping the lecher to death. After all, this was the first time he had encountered a ghost who turned into a ghost because of his obsession with lust. Could it be that lsp's will is the deepest obsession with this world? "Would you like to be buried with the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, or would you like to be burned to ashes by the flames of Mahavairocana?" "Or you can choose to slap it with one palm, and the soul will be dispersed without any pain." Pinggong Qianye showed a kind smile on his face. He thought he was still very kind, as he could give such a lecherous guy so many choices.
More importantly, this pervert has not been paid for this. "Master, please spare my life!" The ghost immediately slid to his knees in the air. "Introduce yourself." Pinggong Qianye pulled out a copy of "Great Sun Sutra Commentary, Volume 3" from the bookshelf, walked to the desk and slowly flipped through it. "Master, my real name is Takahashi Matsukaku. I was a sophomore at Shiraishi High School, a member of the 14th class, and a former member of the photography club." While nervously introducing himself, Takahashi Matsukaku slowly floated behind Hiramiya Chiya, keeping a certain distance. Looking at Pinggong Qianye's back in front of him, his eyes were filled with unconcealable horror. This is not a human being at all! Instead, it was a huge and flawless golden guardian Vajra who was sitting cross-legged in the air with his back to him, devoutly worshiping the Buddha. Just by watching from a distance, he felt an indescribable pressure filling the entire room, squeezing the space around him until there was only a tiny bit left. He didn't even dare to think about escaping or resisting. "Cooperate well." The magic power in Pinggong Qianye's body stopped flowing, and he retracted his Vajra Dharmakaya that he had deliberately exposed. "Thank you for your mercy, Master!" Takahashi Matsukaku finally felt like he had regained his freedom, and he spoke without the fear and uneasiness he had before. He died in the winter of 2015, on Christmas. That should have been the happiest and most blessed day of his life, because the girl he had always liked and pursued finally agreed to his confession. The two made an appointment to spend Christmas together that year. He stood under the big locust tree by the river at the school gate and waited, from seven in the evening to ten or eleven.
The girl who was promised never showed up. When the clock struck twelve, he finally gathered his broken heart and prepared to return to his home. At this time, his cell phone rang. It was a letter from the girl. At first he was ecstatic and thought the girl came to explain to him why she couldn't keep the date tonight. But who would have thought that what was sent were some pictures of naked girls. She was lying on a big bed in a couple's hotel, with her blue bra and red panties scattered on the floor. His skin was covered with blushes and kiss marks from the battle. She exudes the endless charm of a woman of this age. Her eyes were slightly closed, looking charming and attractive, with traces of saliva at the corners of her mouth. "I'm not that interested in the details." Pinggong Qianye reminded him at the right time that he was just curious about the birth of this lecher, and he was not here to listen to his past memoirs. "That should have been a beautiful memory that she and I created together!" When he recalled the painful moments, the aura of resentful souls in Takahashi Matsukaku's body surged up. Pinggong Qianye just snorted lightly, and the resentful spirits around Takahashi Songhe disappeared completely. His whole body shuddered and he quickly suppressed his resentment. After a while, the painful Takahashi Matsukaku realized that his girlfriend had already been in the shape of someone else. Even the reason why she agreed to his pursuit and confession was just a task assigned by that man. On this beautiful occasion of Christmas, they deliberately take pleasure in their own suffering. Anger, frustration, humiliation...all kinds of negative emotions kept rushing to his mind. At that time, he wanted to pick up a knife, rush into the hotel room, and kill them. But he was just a student who couldn't even hold a knife tightly, and couldn't even kill a chicken, let alone a person. Finally, he chose to jump into the river to end his life. He committed suicide with thoughts of despair and hatred. After his death, he really turned into a ghost, and possessed his own consciousness and all the memories of his life. He didn't know how powerful he was at that time. He only remembered that he easily found the man who sent him the picture. It was a night, and the man was making love with another girl in bed. He crushed the man's masculine symbol, and amid his desperate and helpless pleas for mercy, he rushed out of the window with him and fell to the ground five floors high. Killing is not the best form of revenge, so when he fell, he deliberately pulled the man, only causing him to have some shattered bones all over his body, but not taking his life. To spend his whole life lying in bed was his revenge. Then he found the girl he loved during his lifetime.
When he saw her again, he had no desire for revenge, but felt that his own death was not worth it. For a girl like this, he would easily sacrifice his life and betray his parents' kindness in raising him. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. He thought he was not that aware, but in the end he did not choose to retaliate against the girl. Too dirty. She doesn't deserve to be remembered so much. When he had this realization, he felt that his soul was baptized. He completed his own salvation and then completely lost consciousness. When I woke up again, half a month had passed. He wandered along the river bank in front of the school gate, and often stood in the middle of the river looking up at the young students in their prime. He had no idea why he was able to wake up again and exist as a ghost. He felt that he should have become a Buddha. The reason why he still stays in this world may be because he still has other unfulfilled wishes in his heart. He kept wandering by the river thinking about this problem, and then he realized it. The last thing on his mind before he died was not revenge, but the beautiful body of the girl that he could not forget. Why do people wear clothes? It’s for the moral concept of shame. But why would those girls take off their clothes so easily? Exposing your beautiful body nakedly and shamelessly to others. Is it out of the biological instinct for reproduction? Indulgence that is divorced from moral concepts? Is it a desire from deep within? Or is it lustful nature? He had never been an expert in this area and it was difficult for him to find a reason that satisfied himself. It’s just that, if others can see it, why can’t he? When he had an epiphany, his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the members of the photography department who happened to be at the riverside taking pictures. A camera is a really good thing. He chose to immerse himself in the camera and admire the beautiful bodies of the girls wrapped in layers of clothes. "I was born naked, so I took off my cloud skirt and made it into a monk's robe." Takahashi Shokaku let out a sigh, he felt that he was truly enlightened. Clothes are only an obstacle that prevents the eyes from exploring the truth. Hearing this, Pinggong Qianye silently put down the "Great Sun Sutra Commentary, Volume 3" in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
He was so stupid, really. He only knew that this was a lustful ghost formed because of unfulfilled desires and that he could be saved. He didn't know that some ghosts were already completely beyond salvation. Both physically and mentally. There is no place that can be saved. It can be dispersed with a slap. Pinggong Chiye stood up, faced Takahashi Shokaku, and extended his right hand expressionlessly, making a fist. The magic power flows and light blooms in the palm of the hand. The soul of Takahashi Matsukaku was completely liberated and dissipated. (End of this chapter)